34
Ryder
Ilook into the bottom of the glass, mad that it’s empty again.
Where is the fucking bartender?
Wrapping my fingers tightly around the beer glass, I slam the thing onto the bar. It shatters in my hand, and pieces of glass fall onto the bar top. I look down at my hand and notice a shard is embedded in my palm. I pull it out and throw the piece of bloody glass on the floor.
It’s so loud and busy in the bar that no one notices me. Maddox and the guys sit in the corner in our normal spot, but I don’t sit with them unless I have to. I try not to, but I resent him for making me cut all ties with Penny. Even though I know it’s for the best.
Coming to think of it, I don’t do anything anymore unless I have to. Partying with the guys used to be my favorite pastime. Drinking, fucking, and working. Those three things used to be my life. Those things used to make me happy.
Now, I only have drinking left to bring me any kind of joy, and even that I hate now.
“Hey there, handsome,” a female voice coos beside me.
I turn my head to look at her, realizing she is already standing so close I can smell her flowery perfume. She is looking at me with fuck me eyes and a pout on her full lips.
“What do you want?” I growl, hoping my rudeness will scare her away.
“Your friend said you could use some distraction, and I might be able to help you with that.” She bats her eyelashes at me and runs her tongue over her bottom lip.
“I’m busy,” I say, turning back to the shattered glass in front of me.
“Why don’t you let me suck your dick? Or you can fuck me however you want,” she coos into the shell of my ear. Her hand slides over my thigh, and for a second, I consider it.
I consider forgetting about Penny; consider fucking the woman next to me senseless.
Tilting my head, I look at her face. She is pretty, I think. Her features are getting blurrier by the second. I probably shouldn’t have taken those shots back to back before I drank that beer.
I drag my eyes over her body. Her tits are pushed up and barely contained by the top she is wearing. When I snap my gaze back up to hers, she gives me a triumphant grin.
“What do you say? Take me back to your room?”
And that’s when I snap out of it.
The thought of her in my bed–the bed I slept in with Penny–has reality crashing down on me. I can’t do this. I can’t sleep with anyone else.
“Go find some other dick to ride,” I sneer, angry with myself for even thinking about fucking this chick. Pushing off the barstool, I shove past her, ignoring her disappointed whine.
I head straight for the back door, wanting nothing more than to fall into my bed and sleep it off. Unfortunately, Maddox has other plans.
He steps right in my way and puts his hand on my chest.
“Where are you going? It’s not even midnight,” he slurs. “Did you not like the girl I sent over to you? She is your type, isn’t she?”
My type?Everything with a vagina used to be my type. Emphasis onused to be.
“I’m not in the mood. I’m going to bed,” I tell him while trying to push past him.
“Ryder, it’s been a month. You’ve got to get over this chick. The guys are calling you a pussy.”
“Let them say it to my face so we can see who the real pussy is.”
“There is my friend.” Maddox chuckles, and he finally gets out of my way. “Fine, go to bed, but tomorrow night, you party with me until the sun comes up.”
“We’ll see,” I tell him before walking back to my room. A room that has always been basically empty but never felt like it until now.